[ Hilda wouldn't say she's rushing to meet an Old God any time soon. She hadn't attended Jocelyn's execution, but she'd heard enough recounts of it to know that it had been particularly gruesome. Any God - old, new, somewhere in-between - that could do that to someone was a little more than scary in Hilda's eyes.
But a cute, potentially tiny, mushroom God? Her eyes practically sparkle at the thought; maybe she could make an exception for that. And Himeka isn't worried about them, then that definitely meant they were pretty friendly then they're probably less of a "smite all the flesh from your bones" God, right? ]
That would be so cute! [ There's a pause. ] Do you think He'd come out if I were here? Or is there anything we could do to coax Him out if he's a little shy?
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But a cute, potentially tiny, mushroom God? Her eyes practically sparkle at the thought; maybe she could make an exception for that. And Himeka isn't worried about them, then that definitely meant they were pretty friendly then they're probably less of a "smite all the flesh from your bones" God, right? ]
That would be so cute! [ There's a pause. ] Do you think He'd come out if I were here? Or is there anything we could do to coax Him out if he's a little shy?